For thee, the veil of the temple is rent
And the holy of holies laid bare
Hath mystery thy being spent
With tragic muteness eloquent
Or with the horror living there
Is thy dead spirit blent?
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope.
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For thee, the veil of the temple is rent
And the holy of holies laid bare
Hath mystery thy being spent
With tragic muteness eloquent
Or with the horror living there
Is thy dead spirit blent?
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope.
And the holy of holies laid bare
Hath mystery thy being spent
With tragic muteness eloquent
Or with the horror living there
Is thy dead spirit blent?
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope
Whate'er contains now thy vision's scope
Howe'er it be, thou canst not be mad
At shadows dread for which we grope
And at thy heart together did fade
The pleasure that doth make us sad
And the pain that makes us hope.
Writer: Fernando Pessoa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid